
Like the Moon in the Water,
She’s soaked in a desire
to fill her with full of light,
the virtue of high mind, the sublime pursuit,
spurning airy celebrity.

Like the Moon in the Water,
She’s soaked in a desire
to fill her with full of light,
the virtue of high mind, the sublime pursuit,
spurning airy celebrity.

Looking thru the window, what do I see? Snowflakes softly falling down from heaven, Smiling faces of little children, Neighbors shoveling scoops of snow away. - 'tis in one scene of Winter Play. Thinking to myself, is everyone happy? Doing what they've been doing thus far, Fulfilling demands placed upon their life is a surety of simple security? - 'tis in a script of Life Play.

The tears of dryads in a forest, naiads in waters
over the death of their beautiful prince
morphed into the flowers of dainty bluebells
vowing to the constancy of doleful remembrance
of the once fair face of their beloved with kisses.
P.S. I love the flower words of Bluebells: Loyalty and Constancy.

To love is,
To know, to think, to fancy, to cherish,
to search,
To want, to run, to fall, to face,
to reach,
To arrive, to see, to feel, to free
to quench,
To give, to listen, to light, to bring,
to match,
To surrender to one another.

The gushing streams of thoughts,
The reservoir of reluctant spirits,
all burst forth in wild waterfalls,
so splendidly in ravishing bliss.

Those thousand stars of imaginations
Those divine feats of brave deeds
flow from the celestial sea of Saturn and Uranus,
making you of Olympian Spirits and Minds.
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